A hot view from my window
Hello, everybody! I am Aarav. I am a 35-year-old man, married, and a father of four. The incident I am going to write about happened more than ten years ago when I was not married. At that time, I was employed in Bengaluru, and I lived in a shared accommodation, as I was originally from Mumbai. I shared a two-bedroom flat with one guy who was also employed. He had a good view from his bedroom, unlike my bedroom which just had a view of the adjacent building. But on the bright side, my window had a good view of the windows and balcony of a flat in the adjacent building. A young couple lived there. The guy went to work in the mornings and returned late in the evenings while the woman stayed at home. From my window, I would sometimes watch her through their living room window and kitchen window and on her balcony. She would usually be cleaning, washing, cooking and drying or removing clothes on the balcony. Most times, she was dressed in Salwar Kameez, but sometimes she would be dressed in a saree. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, and she had lighter-than-average skin colour. She looked slim despite having noticeable-sized breasts and buttocks.
It was good to see her in the mornings before starting my day. I secretly admired her, and she seemed to be unaware of me watching her. It went on for a couple of months, until one morning, when I was watching her, she saw me. When our eyes met, I realised I had been caught. I pretended to pull the curtain and walked away with my heart beating very fast. That evening after I returned home, I looked at her windows, which were closed as usual in the evenings. The next morning, I opened the curtains just halfway and slowly peeked from the gap. I saw her looking at my window as if she was searching for me. I felt a connection at that moment and opened the curtains fully. I looked at her. She smiled, which made my heart melt. I returned the smile and waved my right hand at her. She shyly looked down and moved away from the window. The next morning I confidently opened the window curtain and saw her cooking in her kitchen. I stood there to get her attention. She looked at my window, turned away and quickly looked back at me as if she’d just realised she’d seen me. I waved my hand, and she smiled. I kissed my fingers and blew a kiss towards her. She blushed and turned away. I was happy with her positive response, but I had to get ready to go to the office. So I moved away from the window. The next morning, I opened the curtain and saw her. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a flying kiss. She caught the kiss with one hand and kept it on her chest. That was just amazing. So, I gestured for her to call me and shared my mobile number by showing each digit with my fingers. After I gave her the full number, she suddenly moved away from the window. I wasn’t sure if she got the number or not. I thought I should find a better way to give her my number and started getting ready to go to the office.
After getting ready, I left the flat and went to a small restaurant for breakfast when I received a call from an unknown number. I answered the call, and I heard a woman’s voice saying, “Hello.”
“Hello. Who is speaking?” I asked, hoping it would be her.
“Zaira”, she said and asked, “What is your name?”
“Aarav,” I said.
“Why were you staring at me from the window?” she asked.
Realising it was her, I said, “I was admiring you.”
She laughed and asked, “Am I beautiful to admire?”
“You are very beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you,” I said.
“Hmm…Hmm…, OK. I have to go,” she said and hung up abruptly.
I was left wondering if I had said something wrong. I continued the rest of the day resisting the urge to call her. But later that day, after I returned home from work, she called me and we talked. She asked me where I was from, what I did for a living, and about my family. After I answered all her questions, I asked her a few questions. She told me she and her husband are from Hyderabad. She was 24 years old, and her husband worked for an IT company. I joked with her, telling her I had never had a girlfriend, and asked her to be my girlfriend. She just laughed and played along, telling me she could be my girlfriend, but if her husband found out, he would kill us both. I told her I was a black belt in karate and I could protect her from her husband. She laughed at all my jokes, and we continued our conversation till she said her doorbell was ringing and her husband was back. She hung up.
The next morning, I woke up and went to the window. I looked into her kitchen window and saw her cooking. In a few seconds, she saw me and smiled. I blew a flying kiss. She just smiled and continued cooking. I moved away from the window and got ready to go to the office.
After I left the flat, she called me when I reached the restaurant to have breakfast. We talked as I ate. She asked me what I was eating, what type of food I liked, my work timings and we talked about other random things. After I finished breakfast, I told her I am going to ride my motorbike to the office. She told me to ride safely and told me to call her anytime before 7:30pm because her husband usually returned home at 7:30. I agreed to do so and we hung up. I called her during my lunch break. We had a good talk till I had to get back to work. I called her again in the evening and talked till her husband returned.
From that day, we talked every morning, afternoon and evening. After one week our conversation became romantic when she asked what type of woman I want to marry, and I replied, She’s the type of woman I want to marry. She asked me how I would have taken care of her if she had been my wife. I told her I would have kissed every part of her and made love to her every day and night. She told me she wished her husband liked her as much as I liked her. From then on, our conversations became romantic and sexual. I would describe how I would make love to her, and she would just laugh softly. One day, I told her I wish she could be my wife for just one day. She asked me what I would do to her if she agreed to be my wife for one day. I told her I would dress her up like a bride in a red saree, put a mangalsutra around her neck, keep a bindi on her forehead and make love to her. She told me she can’t wear a mangalsutra, keep a bindi and have sex with me, but she can just wear a red saree and stand on the balcony. I was disappointed, but I told her I would be happy to see her dressed in a red saree. She told me she would wear a saree and stand on the balcony one evening before her husband came home . I agreed, thinking it was not a bad idea for a start.
We continued our phone romance for about a month. Then one day, I was not in the mood to go to the office, so I took sick leave. I called her after her husband left. I told her I didn’t go to the office because I was not feeling well. She asked me why I was not feeling well. I told her I couldn’t stop thinking about her and I want to meet her. She told me she can’t meet me and asked me if I would feel good if she wore a red saree and stood on her balcony. I told her it could help. So, she told me she’ll have a bath, wear a red saree and call me. I agreed, and she hung up.
After about 45 minutes, I got her call. She told me she was on the balcony. I went to my window and saw her standing on the balcony. She was dressed in a plain red saree. “Wow,” I said. “You look so beautiful.”
She laughed softly and said, “Thanks.”
“Move the saree. I want to see your navel,” I requested.
“No!” she said.
“Please…just for a short time,” I begged.
She smirked and said, “Ok.” Then she pushed her saree from her belly and looked at me.
“Wow! You are so hot! I want to kiss your navel,” I said, mesmerised by her beauty.
“No!” she said.
“Please…” I requested.
“No!” she said again.
“Okay. Can I at least see you close up?” I asked.
“I am already on the balcony. I can’t come to your flat,” she said.
“Ok. I’ll come to your flat!” I said, excited.
“No!” she said.
“I am coming now!” I said and took my keys.
“No!” she said, again.
“Why?” I asked, walking towards the front door.
“I am scared,” she said.
“Your husband is not there. Don’t be scared,” I said, opening the front door.
“Somebody will see you,” she said.
“Leave the front door open. I’ll sneak in quickly,” I said, closing my door and running down the stairs.
“No! You are scaring me,” she said in a little angry voice.
“I’m already in your building. Leave the door open,” I said and hurried.
“Oh my god! Ok! Make sure nobody sees you entering,” she said, frustrated.
“Ok,” I said happily and ran up the stairs.
I reached the third floor and looked in the corridor. There was nobody in the corridor. I quickly went to her flat. I saw the open door and entered her flat. She was standing there waiting for me, looking afraid. I took a step forward, and she told me to close the door and bolt it. I bolted the door and turned to look at her. She slowly smiled. I smiled and took a few steps forward. I stood in front of her and said, “You are more beautiful close up.”
She blushed and said, “You are taller than I expected.”
“That’s not a problem. I can bend,” I said and bent to kiss her. She didn’t move back. So, I gently kissed her soft pink lips.
I put my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I felt parts of her thighs, belly and breasts pressing against me. I parted her lips with my tongue and licked her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She tasted and smelt fresh. I lowered my hands down to her buttocks, cupped both of her cheeks and gently lifted her, making her stand on her toes.
She broke the kiss and shyly said, “I can feel your hard thing.”
I looked into her eyes and said, “You are the reason it is hard.”
“Really?” she laughed.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said and tried to free herself from my arms.
I released her from my arms. She turned and tried to walk away. I took a step forward and pulled her back into my arms. This time her back was pressing against me. Her butt was pressing on my crotch. I put my arms around her waist, which was only half covered by her saree. The left side of her bare waist and belly felt soft and smooth. I rubbed her navel with my fingers, pressed myself against her back and asked, “What happened?”
“I think it’s happening too fast,” she said.
“We’ve been chatting for more than one month,” I said and began kissing the sides of her cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
“Can I trust you?” She asked.
I adjusted my penis in the groove of her buttocks through her saree and said, “Of course, you can trust me.”
“If we break up, will you blackmail me?” she asked.
“I won’t blackmail you,” I said and moved my hands up to her breasts. I cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them. They were swollen, and her nipples were erect with arousal.
“Promise?” she asked.
“Promise”, I said, and just then her doorbell rang.
Startled, I freed her from my arms. She turned and looked at me with fear on her face. She ran to the front door and looked into the peephole. She quickly came to me and told me in a hushed voice, “It’s my mother-in-law.” She pointed at a room, saying, “Go to that bedroom and hide in the attached bathroom.”
I went to the bedroom and hid in the attached bathroom. I heard her welcoming her mother-in-law. Then I heard her mother-in-law asking her why she took a long time to open the door. She gave some excuse and changed the topic.
I was stuck in the bathroom for almost ten minutes. Then I heard her whisper, “Open the door.”
I opened the door. She came inside and said, “It’s okay. She doesn’t like to come to my bedroom. I gave her something to eat. I told her, I am going to the bathroom. After she goes to the other bedroom, you can go out.”
“It’s scary,” I said.
“Don’t be scared. She is tired. She’ll go to the bedroom in fifteen minutes. But if you want to do it before leaving, you have to do it quietly and quickly,” she said.
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I controlled myself from jumping with joy and said, “I’ll do it quietly and quickly.”
She gave me a shy smile and lifted her saree and petticoat. She pulled her panties down to her feet and took it off.
Holding her saree and petticoat above her hips, she bent over on the vanity table and spread her legs.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was seeing the most beautiful booty I had ever seen. It was radiant, plump and heart-shaped. I stood behind her and gently massaged the soft flesh. Then, I bent and kissed her butt cheeks.
She laughed softly and said, “Hurry up. She’ll get suspicious.”
I quickly pulled my trousers and underwear down to my feet. I held my cock in my hand and pointed it at her vagina. I moved close and rubbed it on her soft vaginal lips. Then I found the opening and pushed my cock inside slowly. Hmm…it felt so good. It was warm, wet and welcoming. I pushed all the way inside her and closed my eyes with relief. I put my hands under her petticoat and grabbed her slim waist. Holding her firmly, I began pumping inside her vagina. Quietly but quickly, I fucked her for about five minutes and ejaculated inside her.
After I pulled my cock out of her vagina, she stood straight, and adjusting her saree, she asked, “Happy?”
“Oh yeah! Very happy. It was amazing,” I said.
She smiled and said, “Ok. I’ll go and check. I’ll come after she goes to the other bedroom.”
After she went, I took a deep breath, unable to believe what had just happened. I pulled up my trousers and underwear. My heart was still racing with excitement. I was happy that our future looked bright. I could see myself fucking her many, many times in the future.
After a few minutes, she came and said her mother-in-law had gone to the other bedroom and closed the door. We left the bedroom and went to the front door. She opened it, and I quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving her home.
After reaching my flat, I called her and we spoke about our first experience. She told me she had liked having sexual intercourse with me, but she was afraid of getting caught by her husband or relatives if they visited her unexpectedly, like her mother-in-law. I agreed with her and told her that it would be safe for her to come to my flat. She said she was afraid someone would see her. I told her to just wear a burqa and come to my place. She said it was a good idea. So we decided to meet again after a few days.